Becoming a Saint Starts with Copying Martial Arts

Chapter 150 Fierce Battle with Ma Meng

Meanwhile, in other directions around Yuanshan Town, groups of people were also rushing forward at high speed.

Led by Yang Chenglu, the city's martial arts masters joined forces to subtly lay a trap around the small town.

About half an hour later, Yang Chenglu was standing in a sparse grove of trees in the eastern part of the town when suddenly a cry of an eagle came from above. He stretched out his arm, and a gray-white eagle swooped down from the sky and landed on his arm.

"All teams are in position! Let's get started!" Yang Chenglu said in a deep voice.

Bang bang bang!

Three fireworks soared into the sky and exploded, scattering a sky full of crimson-gold light that briefly dispelled the darkness surrounding the town.

In an instant, outside the town, all the teams moved at the same time, rushing into the town at extremely fast speed, and Lin Qing was no exception.

He used his lightness skill and rushed to the outskirts of the town in seven or eight breaths.

In an instant, the entire town descended into chaos, with shouts of killing echoing everywhere.

As soon as Lin Qing and his group rushed into the town, they saw black-clad warriors rushing out from the surrounding courtyards, all carrying swords and other weapons.

"Anyone carrying a knife or sword may be killed on the spot!"

With a low shout, Lin Qing charged ahead towards the group of men in black.

The black-clad warriors immediately pounced on Lin Qing.

Lin Qing's figure flashed, and he arrived in an instant. He struck out with a palm, unleashing a force of 900,000 jin. The black-clad warrior at the forefront exploded on the spot, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

Lin Qing continued his actions without stopping, rushing into the crowd and throwing punches continuously. With each punch, a black-clad martial artist's body would explode.

Within a few breaths, all the men in black around Lin Qing had been slaughtered.

This scene shocked the many martial artists who had come with him.

At Lin Qing's feet lay countless severed limbs, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.

Although the Yin Yuan Sect warriors on the periphery were not particularly strong, the fact that they could instantly obliterate others with their fists revealed a terrifying level of power that was beyond the capabilities of ordinary people.

Lin Qing was like the sun; his performance completely overwhelmed all the experts present and also intimidated the other Yin Yuan Sect warriors in the distance.

Upon seeing this, the many men in black scattered and fled, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at Lin Qing.

Lin Qing did not pursue these people, but used his lightness skill to continue forward. His target was the core elites of the Yin Yuan Sect, not these ordinary believers scattered on the periphery.

Qiu Changming and many other powerful individuals dispersed and quickly traversed the town.

Lu Qidao's swordsmanship was exquisite and unparalleled. He wielded his long sword, scattering a dazzling sword light, and in an instant, he killed the three men in black in front of him, sending up a spray of blood mist.

As he used his lightness skill to leap onto a nearby wooden house, suddenly, a large hole was torn open in the roof, and a dark figure rushed out of the house, raising his hand to strike his head.

Lu Qidao was startled and hurriedly turned around to parry with his sword.

The palm struck the sword squarely, unleashing a tremendous force that sent him flying backward uncontrollably, crashing onto the open ground some distance away. He then staggered back more than ten steps before regaining his footing.

Lu Qidao's gaze sharpened as he recognized the newcomer as a pale-faced young man carrying a large scythe.

"Mamon!"

Lu Qidao murmured, his face solemn. Among the three protectors of Yin Yuan Sect, Ma Meng was the strongest. He was not good with words, but possessed superb skills in lightness, swordsmanship, and hidden weapons. He could kill people invisibly, which made countless strong people in the city tremble with fear.

"I'd like to test your swordsmanship!" Lü Qidao twirled his sword, then suddenly used his lightness skill to rush towards Ma Meng at top speed.

"So noisy!"

Ma Meng's figure flashed, landing on the rooftop. He then used his lightness skill to float across the flat ground, like a ghost, extremely fast and silent.

Lu Qidao was startled. He couldn't keep up with Ma Meng's speed and could only feel afterimages everywhere in front of him.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, and a flash of light came from the left.

Lu Qidao hurriedly turned to the side, parried with his sword, and the sword and saber clashed with a crisp sound. Lu Qidao's arm trembled, and the sword flew out of his hand, swirling and falling to the ground.

"What immense power!"

Lu Qidao was terrified and immediately dodged and retreated. However, Ma Meng touched him with his toes and was already close behind, slashing out with his sword again.

The broad scythe blade drew an arc and slashed down toward Lü Qidao's face. The speed of the blade was so fast that Lü Qidao could not react. He only felt a flash of cold light in front of him.

"Oh no!" Lu Qidao's heart sank, thinking he was about to lose his life.

Suddenly, an arrow flew from afar, its momentum like thunder, whistling as it approached, accompanied by bursts of thunderous sound.

Ding!

The arrow was very precise, hitting the blade squarely and causing its trajectory to deviate. It grazed Lü Qidao's body and fell to the ground beside him, carving a trench.

Lu Qidao rolled on the spot, got up and retreated rapidly, quickly widening the distance between himself and Ma Meng.

He was still shaken, feeling as if he had just escaped death, and his whole body was covered in cold sweat.

"What fierce swordsmanship!" Lü Qidao swallowed hard. He turned slightly and bowed slightly to Qiu Changming, who was standing on the rooftop not far away. "Thank you for your help, Lord Qiu! This person's strength is truly too great. I am ashamed to say that I couldn't even withstand three moves!"

"Patriarch Lü, retreat quickly. This man is indeed extremely fierce. Hand him over to our Soul Suppression Division." As Qiu Changming spoke, Zi Guang stared intently at Ma Meng, and once again drew the bowstring, locking onto Ma Meng from afar.

Ma Meng suddenly moved, skimming along the ground at incredible speed, heading straight for Qiu Changming.

Buzz!

The bowstring trembled as Qiu Changming drew his bow repeatedly, firing seven arrows in one go.

Ma Meng suddenly shifted left and right, his figure elusive, moving forward at high speed in an S-shaped trajectory, dodging all seven arrows in a row.

The two closed the distance rapidly, and Qiu Changming suddenly shouted, "Lin Qing, aren't you going to lend a hand? If you keep watching, these old bones of mine will be torn apart!"

"Lord Qiu's archery skills are indeed superb!"

boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure radiating golden light rushed out from the bottom floor of the pavilion and went straight to meet Ma Meng.

"Slay the Moon!"

Ma Meng leaped forward, arriving directly in front of Lin Qing. He gripped the sickle tightly with both hands, raised it high above his head, and then slashed down fiercely. The blade drew an arc, accompanied by a whistling sound, and fell towards Lin Qing's head.

Lin Qing's gaze sharpened, he gripped the Heavenly Extinction Blade tightly with both hands, let out a low shout, and swung the blade upwards.

Ding!

With a crisp sound, the blades clashed, and a tremendous force shook the area. For the first time, Ma Meng's calm, almost numb gaze changed. The knife flew from his hand, swirling and crashing to the ground behind him. He was also thrown into the air by a tremendous force, landing with a backflip.

"Lord Lin is truly remarkable!" Lu Qidao did not go far but watched from nearby. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

He had personally experienced the power of Ma Meng's swordsmanship. The force of that strike was so great that his arms could not withstand it. However, in a clash of strength, Ma Meng was outmatched by Lin Qing. It was obvious who was stronger and who was weaker.

At this moment, Qiu Changming seized the opportunity to strike again, firing three arrows in succession.

Ma Meng's figure flashed, dodging the arrow attack once again. In an instant, he arrived at Lin Qing's side and struck out with a palm, his palm wreathed in a bright green flame.